Lu Chao lowered his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he looked up, first at Zhu Yu, then at Lu Qing.
Lu Qing nodded slightly, prompting Lu Chao to slowly let out a sigh.
"I have no intention of competing," he said. His tone carried an indescribable emotion, "Before my mother passed away, she told me that my father braved countless hardships to finally sit on the throne as Sovereign of the World.
As the son of the father, one must not be too foolish, nor too clever. One can have the great talent to govern the world, but must not have the ambition to rule it.
Mother also said that the chaos in the past brought unbearable suffering to the people. Many innocent lives were lost due to the years of war. If father intends to support me in the future, she hoped I would one day be a wise ruler.
But if father favors another prince, I should not compete for selfish desires. Staying low and preserving oneself is a virtue both for oneself and for the people."
